For most of us who enjoy golfing, there’s a mysterious social element awaiting us: group pairings. If you book a tee time at a popular golf course by yourself or with a friend, you’re likely to get paired with a few strangers, and spend the next four-to-six masochistic hours wallowing in your futile attempts, drowning your sorrows with beer, and hopefully somehow still having a good time. For a social butterfly, the random pairing is a gift; for an introvert like myself, it’s almost enough to make me give up on the sport altogether.
But for the ultra-wealthy, mystery pairings are — I’m guessing — not really a thing.